Below there are statues
Shrines and idols to gods unknown
Their forms are foreign
Yet a dark familiarity emanates from them
Those gods there enshrined
In their primordial temples built long ago
Are yet to be worshiped
Yet to emerge to the surface above
And claim their followers
Those figures of stone haunt me
I feel they are alive
Waiting and bidding their limitless time
Until they may rise
Though I am keenly aware of a growing suspicion
That they already have

I’ve felt the chilled shivers
Of the darkened pre-dawn haze
The quiet earth yet trembles
Breathing in a sleepless malaise
I’ve turned to face the mountains
But they always remain to my back
I look to draw in my focus
But I can’t find what it is I lack

A broken hero
In a fallen land
Leans against a tree
No longer to stand

Death surrounds him
And so does it's god
Bidding him rest
No longer to trod

She whispers sweet songs
Without time in his ear
Lay down to rest
There's nothing to fear

Just close your eyes
And Drift with me
To the land of The fallen
The realm of the free

She carried him off
With a tear in her eye
As she did the hero thought
It's not so bad to die

Water flows
Years at a time
Erosion lines
Within my mind
Paths and inroads
Open and close
Places I was
I used to know
Never lost
Yet never home
Ever onward
Will I go
Until I find
My wandering soul

I sit here at the end of time
No, perhaps even after

A red sun rises
As well as sets
On a world stiff with age

None have been seen
That were sent out
In distant eons past

And it is likely
They share not return
To this long doomed place

Indeed they shall not
For the void calls them
Dark and cool

That they might think in silence
Uninterrupted
By the waking young
Or dying old

Alas, all light will perish
Soon and ever more

Then all will know but slumber
As the gods they did before

You could be my enemy
Or you could be my sign
Leading me to somewhere
Beyond the well of time
And there I'll wait
In between
Where the memories are green
Where we laugh
Just for fun
Beneath the evening sun
And though I know
Those times are gone
We'll remember them
Come dawn
So close your eyes
And rest your heart
Just  for now

Once temperate shores
Now frozen coasts
As the ice creeps
Ever downward
From the far northern heights
Until the great sea
And all the world
Lie cold beneath the moon

In the dark night sky
Far stars may be dead
But a single thought
Swirls in my head

A deep yearning
For the things unknown
And ever since birth
Has this desire grown

To see the great mysteries
That haunt my mind
To search the cosmos
My soul to find

But the thing with such questions
Both a blessing and a curse
Is that they only breed more
For better or worse

And long after I'm gone
The world passed away
Shall my memory linger
To again light the way

Of a curious young soul
Peering at the night sky
Wondering if indeed
Stars can truely die

Who am I that I might know
What mystery might ebb and flow
Great wonders made to my eyes sealed
Things long lost to be revealed
Who am I what should I be
What weaknesses do others see
Surly none more than I myself
A detriment to my own health
I cannot alone myself make due
The world I've found is cruel too
Yet one through another clasped my hand
To lead me to the promised land
A grueling journey of great mistakes  
Weakness, loathing and sulfur lakes
Past that smoke in billows high
I open my eyes and face the sky
To a brighter vista than any before
A glittering pure and sun soaked shore
Where I might rest for a time and a half
To sing and sit and dance and laugh
Renew myself and stand once more

For the road goes ever on

I watch them pass
Perhaps far away
Perhaps close by
I can no longer tell

Their movements are strange
Loose and half ethereal
As thought they walk the earth
On legs not trained by it

The sky I once knew
Is not where it used to be
And neither is my heart
In this strange world

The heavens drip
And the stars look fragile
Laying at the bottom
Of an ever blackening sea

I could feel the cool damp air from outside
A gentle weight on the skin, a particular smell
The smell of a night stretched on too long

I tiptoed across the carpeted floor boards
The house was old and I knew it well
Every little area it would groan and creek

I was moving slowly but urged myself faster
This wasn't like other nights, half asleep
Wandering to the bathroom at the end of the hall

No, the house is empty, or should I dare say was
I felt a presence so strong, yet undefinable
As if something was nearly upon me, only breaths away

I avoided deftly the creaky areas of the floor beneath
I felt the give of the wood beneath me as I reached the stairs
This would prove far more difficult to be silent for

Standing at the top I contemplated running down
As fast as my legs could possibly carry me
Somehow though I knew it wasn't the right choice  

As I made my first step down there was silence
I breathed in a sharp silent breath of composure
Continuing to the second step, I winced as I heard a creek

But I stopped and lightly tested the step again
The sound hadn't been caused by me
Quickly my vision darted upwards towards my room

At the far end of the hallway where I had just left
I saw something, a blur like a thick vapor
The shadow black wall behind obscured it

I had no time to peer into the darkness
I sped up, step by step by step
31 steps in total all without a sound

Save for the floor I landed on in my haste
The old house groaned beneath my weight
My neck chilled as I gave in and ran


to be continued...

I'm foolish.
I know its true,
But they tell me I am foolish
For all the wrong reasons.

They tell me I'm foolish
For believing in something more;
For not buying in
To the nihilism of the day.

They tell me I'm foolish
For not accepting their truth,
When they themselves
Call truth relative.

I know I'm a fool
And I know I'm not wise,
But I'm not dumb enough
To believe this is all chance.

That you and I,
The plants and trees,
This beautiful world,
And the stars above,

Where all a grand accident.
Systems upon systems
Arising from nothing
For no purpose at all.

Even a fool can see
That there is something more,
Something more to this life
Than random chance and time.

There is a brilliance in everything,
From an atom to a galaxy.
Everything is connected
Because that is the way they were made.

Not a slow mindless progression
Of positive accidents
That somehow across millennia
Produced irreducibly complex systems,

But a guided process,
By a steady hand.
Giving everything its purpose,
Including you and I.

It is no wonder the meaning of life
Is asked so often,
By people who deny
That life has any meaning.

The meaning was there all along,
Whether it is denied or not.
There it yet remains
Patiently waiting.

For the simple eyes of a fool,
Who sees things as how they are
And not how someone else
Wants them to be.

Ever westward
Beyond hills and seas
Through vast forests
Of towering trees

Across great oceans
Yawning and deep
To northern coasts
Where cold waves sweep

Through storming tropics
And island chains
To the waving grasses
Of sun soaked plains

Over colossal mountains
Snow laden and grand
Until thus returned
To the shimmering sands

And when this journey
Is finally complete
With aching back
And calloused feet

Can all then rest
under a brave new sky
Where men no longer
Must one day die

I can't get over your eyes
Never have I felt so much support
So much understanding
Just by being looked at
I feel a slow, steady love
Not overwhelming
But enveloping
Just from a single look of yours
In my direction
With you eyes wide open

A faint orange light
Flows in through the shades
Almost fragile
As if aware
That soon it will fade
To deeper hues
Until it vanishes
Giving way to the tranquil silver
Of a long coming night

The great pines stand
Laden with heavy snow
Waters flow unseen
Hidden below thick sheets of ice
I caught a glimpse of her once
Or at least I believe I did
That woman long golden hair
Who walks barefoot in the snow
Signing her odd melodies
I have heard nothing like it
In all my many years
Oft I sit at the end of the woods
By the wide river bank
Hoping to hear her
Somewhere off in the distance
On but two occasions in my life
Were my ears so lucky
To be graced by her voice
I was in awe of her
And yet I was fearful
For I know she was not one of us
The old stories say she came from heaven
From a place above the sky
I do not pretend to know
Nor do I care, I simply wish
To catch a glimpse of her again
To lock with her peircing blue eyes
Brighter and fresher
Than a spring time stream
To witness her one last time
And to hear her song in full
A faint Aria in the snow

Fall in love with someone
Who supports your goals in life
Who will travel for hours
Just to see you smile
A person who will make your heart
Beat fast each time you see them
A person who won't tire of you

Fall in love with someone who can love
Your soul more than your body
Who will love you unconditionally
Who can make it all alright
A person who will stay
All throughout the night

Far over the sea
With city sunken below
Do the waves fall away
Mythic islands to show

No men have voyaged there
Since the days of yore
When the moon was bright
And the sun shown more

For what was found there
Can not be explained
Nor would a return voyage
Have anything gained

On those islands
Where great salt mounds
That reached to the trees
And covered the grounds

But stranger still
Haunting to sight
Were the birds that nested
In the faint evening light

Great monstrous things
With deep purple eyes
And blacker than night
Their wings in the skies

Little is know
Of the strange avians or the crew
That sailed such islands
For only one man knew

Having survived the voyage
He lived in dread fear
Of those strange dark birds
As if they were near

And though everyday
He was coaxed to regale
He could never bring himself
To again tell the tale

Then one day he was gone
With grains of salt in his bed
Grand wings in the night
To carry the dead

I left behind a home
Though one in only name
I know not what I search for
But couldn’t stand it be the same
To be bound was to be free
In the confines of a cell
Yet to be free is to be bound
By no good that I can tell

In taking to the seas
I hoped for some great change
But found that all things blended
And only varied in their range
I had not found myself
Among the waves or great white coast
I thought a path had opened
But it vanished as a ghost
No one or thing could remedy
The hurt I fostered close
No one or thing could change it
But the one was wounded most

So here across the Farrow Sea
I pull a dagger from my heart
Here on distant shores I sit
A world and man apart

The Fear of the Lord
Is the beginning of wisdom
Though few understand
What Fear truly means

To fear the Lord
Means to grasp with the truth
The might of God
And the splendor of his creation

To get a glimpse of the scale,
The love of our God
To respect and to honor him
As one would their Father

If only you knew
All the blessings promised
That by fearing the Lord
All your problems will fade

Fear the Lord
And mediate on his word
See with your own eyes
What it does for you

“And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding.” Job 28:28

“The secret of the LORD is with them that fear him; and he will shew them his covenant.” Psalm 25:14

The fear of the LORD leads to life: and he that has it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil.” Proverbs 19:23

“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole of man.” Ecclesiastes 12:13

Budding groves
In fields of yore
Where sun and moon
Doth set no more
Where stars and wonders
Burn ever bright
And dreams unknown
Take wingless flight

My footsteps were dampened
By the cool grey stone
As I walked down
The cold and empty hall

On my right and left
Were rows and rows of cells
This place must have been a prison
Long ago before it was abandoned

Dusty light fell down
Through the small barred window
Passing through it I noticed
It felt much thicker than air

At the end of the hallway
I came to a wood panel door
Reinforced with metal
But it appeared to be unlocked

I gently turned the ****
And enter the room behind
It was small room furnished by
Nothing but a crude chair and table

Shutting the door behind me
I realized that
There were no other entrances
Or exits to the room

It was rather dark
Dust and particles filled the air
The only light
Came from a lamp on the table

On that table, besides the lamp, were
Various old files, Empty film canisters
And a curious movie projector
Devoid of any film

Searching further I found
One of the canisters
Actually contained a film
In immaculate condition

Curious I picked it up
And fed it through the projector
Once I was sure it was in place
I turned the machine on

Nothing happened at first
And then the opposite wall
Burst into animation
As the film began to play

There was an eye
I was not sure
If the movie was playing
Until I saw it blink

And I do not know
How long I watched it
For it managed to hold
My unwaivering attention

Other scenes began to play
And they flowed from one to the next
The longer I watched
The less I understood of what I saw

The visions on the screen
Became increasingly stranger
I felt both sick
And horribly uneasy

The only thing I could now make out
Was a dark lanky hand
Stretching and curling around
Around a door frame

Only then did I realize
I had stopped watching the screen
long ago

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A tragic birth
Prophesied to die
On the hill of bones
Where vultures fly

It comforts me strangely
In these colder days
When grey clouds cover
The sun's distant rays

That one so distant
Was born to save
All those rejected
To the depths of the grave

Born to die
A death alone
But first to rise
Above the stones

The hidden weapon
A double- edged sword
To break the curse
And lead us all toward

Our final redemption
The broken made whole
To peace at last
His Father's goal

So I'll sing and delight
As the angels on high
Rejoicing in death
That none more may die

First to rise
Second to see
All creation
On bended knee

Third of heaven
And fourth of night
One that was
Before the light

Fifth to watch
And last to stand
Above the ashes
That once were man

Far and distant worlds
Slumber in a sea of darkness
Beyond the reach of all light
At the very edge of all things

Something therein them stirs
Below storm and ice
Tumultuous oceans of viscous water
Beneath mantle and crust

Something dwells inert
Inert yet dreaming
Locked in a stasis begun
Before any star had formed

The dreamer in the dream

Float on
Down the stream
Where it leads
They are but dreams

Gently rock
On tides unknown
Distantly near
To where we've grown

Fall and feel
The water roll
Down unblemished skin
So near the goal

And yet never
Can that place be reached
Lest one beget
What once was preached

Flower; petals
Bloom and fall
Let me see
I know naught at all
Let the world
Wash away
The waters flow
To distant bays
The sun burn bright
And fade away
The sky then dim
To black from grey
And let me rest
My soul to stay
The night to come
At end of day

Weathered
Moss and speckled stone
Linger
In a place that I had known
Souring
Wrinkled fruit upon the trees
Creeping
On our elbows and our knees
Crackling
of the leaves and sticks below
Hunting
As it does when sun sinks low

Less than a drop in the bucket,
like all men destined to be forgotten.
A quiet comfort,
That brief spark
Before everlasting obscurity.

My life is three walls
Soon to be four
Lock the room
And remove the door

They all talk to me
About nothing much
Their daily routine
Or such and such

One is my friend
Who I keep close by
When he is dead
I always cry

Two is bulky
But full of power
He can make a whole day
Last just one hour

Three is the largest
In terms of space
Yet he grows thinner
As if it's a race

When I'm without them I feel
Unease and fear
If only I had four
I can't wait till it's here

Below lies
What was once above

Trapped
In a fragile stasis

And the unfinished rites
That hold such things in place
Are easily broken

If their slumber is disturbed

Fragment
Crack and shatter

Once a whole
Not again to be

For who are we

Wait for it
The wind that blows down from the mountain
Wait for it silently
To refresh your soul
In the wind there is a voice
A whisper at most
What it says is unknown
But what it means is wholly understood

The cold air never touched my skin
It's simply pierced thought
To the very marrow of my bones
When it reached my chest
A cloud of vapor
Began to appear around me
As the heat of my heart
Battled the ice within me
I could feel them both slowing
Yet neither could conquer the other
So I carried on in the snow

Sing to me
A sweet song of grace
A melody of youth
From a calmer place

A sweeping orchestra
Or whispering voice
Whatever you wish
I’ll leave you the choice

Just sing to me now
For a time and times still
That I might rise up
My duty to fulfill

Trickle, drip and fall
Rust and rotten wall
Windows thick with dirt
The place where I was hurt

A home it was before
When oceans had further shores
But soon it'll slide to the sea
With the memories of you and me

It grew unabated
Every month it could shelter
Another few million souls

We tested in on Ganymede
Within less than a year
The colony was thriving

But it did not stop growing
In the subsequent years
It covered the surface of the moon

It grew and grew
Until it deemed its very denizens
A threat to its survival

Few escaped and those that didn't
Were forced to hide
In the recesses of that endless city

In time the city engulfed
Not only the surface
But the depths as well

It grew until nothing was left
But a living maze
Of metal and machinery

A place where none
Now dare venture
The planet city of Birulon

Every night I would go out
And wander among the garden
Something about the night air
Made the garden feel alive

I would walk about for hours
Just watching the moon
Reflect off the gently swaying leaves
Of the great trees in the grove

I would never venture beyond them
My mind would not allow it
But on this night in particular
The trees called to me stronger than ever

So I entered the grove
Cautiously curious
It quickly grew denser
And appeared much older than it should

As I continued on
I thought I noticed the trees move
Perhaps it was just the wind
Or my vivid imagination

I followed the path laid out
By whomever had come here before
And soon I found myself
It a strange new environment

The foliage itself seemed to change
It all seemed foreign to me
I looked back only to see
No visible path from which I came

I had no choice but to keep walking
And so I continued on
That dark forest path
Into the ominous night

It lead me to a clearing
With a great lake
That so vividly reflected
The light of the full moon

The water itself seemed to glow
And as I looked out I noticed a figure
Sitting on a small island
In the center of the lake

They wore a pure white dress
More elegant than the stars
It seemed to absorb the very light
From both the moon and the water

I felt a calling to them
Even stronger than that of the forest
Though I could not swim
I began to wade through the water

I found the water to be fairly shallow
So much so that it did not rise above my waist
As I drew closer I began to hear something
A sweet voice reverberating off the water

Soon enough I came to the island
which was sparsely vegetated
The only light other than the figure
Was a strange luminous lamp stand

The white dressed woman
As I presumed her to be
Did not turn around
Nor seemed to notice my presence

In the dim yet pure light
I looked about the island
And came upon something
That I should not have seen

Strewn all about the ground
Were piles of bones
Just from quick observation
I could tell they were human

The voice I had been hearing stopped
And the white woman began to move
She moved in a way so unnatural of this world
That I had trouble focusing my eyes on her

Soon the sweet song turned foul
And in that moment I knew
That she was the one from my dreams
The white dressed woman

The keeper of night

The flames of half melted candles
Gently sway in the sanctuary
The air within is stagnant
Undisturbed since the last bell tolled
Perhaps she waited for him there
Years, even centuries but now she lies
With those that came before her
The cycle ended, he was too late
Or perhaps too early, for now he must wait
Until she returns to him there
In the distant eons to come

Yonmir of Yune
Sang an odd tune
As he strolled on down to the shore

He watched the waves roll in
Felt the salt on his skin
Ever humming that melody

He tried with all his might
Beneath that Raven star's light
But alas he could not overcome

He looked back his last
Forgetting his past
And walked headlong into the sea

With that strange tune still on his lips

Until his lungs were full

You want to be healed,
but when is the last time you spent the time and effort to heal another?

You want to be blessed,
yet when have you taken time out of your day to bless another?

You pray for a sign,
Yet your eyes and ears are shut for the answer

You beg for money for your needs,
but when have you heeded another's plea?


Give

Time, money, prayers, food, help, support whatever is needed

Keep your eyes open

Treat others how you pray and cry out to be treated when you are alone

Do these things and you will never lack in any portion of life

I am glad I lose my train of thought
I am glad I can be distracted

If you are not thankful
For these things
You have never thought
For very long at all

The oceans are dark and deep
As they were before creation

The gentle sun has died
Not a glorious death
But a slow fading
Into obscurity

The moon lies broken
Shattered in night sky
Reflecting only the dim light
Of long dead stars

Darkness covers the Earth
Yet still she remains
Bidding her time
Waiting for the moment

To set the wandering moon
Back into its orbit
And ignite the spark
Of a ghostly sun

All this she will do
That her children might return to her
In far off ages to come

Here we stand
At the edge of all things
A shell of who we once were
Scraped of all our secrets
Barren and exposed
To who we could become
Don't fight it but accept it
The voice holding you back
Is not one with your own
It is the last dying breath
Of your weaknesses and shame
Step forth into the light
For it is no longer blinding
And the path ahead
Has been at last made clear
Go now into that unknown
Knowing now nothing
Of your once foolish ways

I’m sorry
Or at least I’d like to be
For building you up in my mind
As something you could never be
I want to get to know you
No matter how long it takes
I just hope you can forgive me
For all my past mistakes

Monolithic one
Pure, unblemished granite skin
Watching those below

Of graves there are three
At the edge of those woods
Never more never less
Throughout the ages

Whom they honor
None living know
Save for those who wander
At night alone

Beneath the once shattered moon

I’ve seen the heavens below
In the waters calm and cool
The stars and planets I know
Reflected in springtime pools
But strange it would seem
On a cloudy night
That the stars would mirror
Their lack of light
A breeze blew gently
As I sat on that shore
Thinking to myself
That there must be more
So to test my theory
I waded into the stars
I walked past Venus
And in my hand held Mars
How strange is was
Perhaps is was late
But it felt in my hands
Like the stars had weight
As I leaned back
I began to float
Held by the stars
Like a celestial boat
There I did sleep
A great time and yet still
For to wake is to dream
And what’s dreamed is what’s real

The last drops of moonlight
Fall into the sea
A silvery gold
Faint yet eternal

Sunken below deep waters
Never to rise again
Entombed in distant memory
And shrouded by indifferent waves

The wandering stars
Mourn her passing
That sweet watcher of night
Who guided us till the end

O Great Guardian Moon